Unexpected Massage Turns into Wild Lesbian Fuck

Why the hell did I accept this spa gift? Should’ve swapped it. Me, shy about stares, now stripping at the institute. Dumb idea. Masseuse is hot—warm smile, green eyes. ‘Undress, slip on the paper thong, lie face down,’ she says. Almost naked on the table, I feel like livestock. Tense as fuck, heart pounding.

She dims lights, ‘Relax, close your eyes.’ I try. Trust her job. Face down, eyes shut. Oil squelches on her hands. Shoulders first—firm, perfect. Tension melts. Arms, hands, fingers—sensual now. Damn, I’m into it. Skin lightens under her touch. Magic.

The Approach

Forgot my nerves. She’s at table’s end, ankles to thighs—higher than expected. Ideas swirl. Imagine gripping her thighs, ass bare under blouse. Stop, horny for nothing. Phone buzzes in my bag—ignored. Her scent hits: musky vanilla perfume, intoxicating.

‘Flip over,’ she whispers. I do. Legs, thighs, bust, arms. Close, so close—could grab her. Nipple pinch? No way. Focus. But yeah, she grazes my tit. Eyes crack open—her green gaze locks, smile wicked. I grin back. Green light.

Hands knead breasts—electric. Stares burn. Left hand hunts her thigh—hot, smooth. Under blouse, lace thong soaked. Mine matches. She leans, lips crash—soft, tongue invades. Tits press, breaths mingle hot. Right hand tangles her long brown hair, unleashes cascade curtain.

Devouring mouths. Her hands roam naked me—shivers. I tug blouse; she rips paper thong. Naked first. Breathless pause. Blouse drops—black lace on golden skin. Balconette bra lifts full, firm tits. Dying to taste.

The Explosion

No time. Her fingers hit pussy—slick. Edges table, spreads legs. Tongue laps clit, sucks. Finger dives in. Edge of cum. ‘Stop—your turn, fuck!’

She stands. Undo bra—tits free, firm, dark pink nipples. Pinch, suck— she moans, ‘Yes, bite ’em.’ Trembles. Her fingers tweak mine.

Slide off table, tongue trails her curves to thong—drenched. Yank off. Pussy swollen, wet. Fingers plunge easy. Kiss fierce, hands everywhere.

Starved. Divan time. I dive between thighs—lick, suck. She pulls 69: ‘Eat me while I devour you, slut.’ Tongues thrust, fingers fuck. Gyrating, moans echo. Perfume mixes sweat, pussy juice. Climax hits—screaming waves, bodies quake together. Endless bliss.

Reality creeps. Side by side, panting. Smiles, soft kiss. Dress quick. Secret sealed. Future massages? Boring as shit.